Waterbury evening Democrat., 1887-12-20

1 And Ohl
 1 "Tis easy to make the world go round
 If Love will but oil the wheelsl
 s. w. Batchelder.
 A BLIGHTED CAREER. do not know how soon this history vii
 he given to the world. It may be very soon
 or perhaps years wiil elapse before mankind
 understands the great enigma that have
 sought to solve-the enigma of my existence l AS yet the riddle is not read-the mystery
 may last my lifetime, and then scientists and
 professional men can investigate the strange | circumstances that have been mine and or l rive at their own several conclusions regard | ing them. Then the world can read these | pages and speculate upon them, But not until am wholly free from this horrible curse, will givo the record of my blighte,l
 career for publication. It may help, it cant possibly hinder. At present, however, am suffering untold misery. I am just 2S, of mod. crate height, with spare mustache and side
 whiskers of sandy hue. It is not that though, which worries me; it is the unfor. 1 t'lDate resemblance I bear to half of man. kind (the half that do not take after being the weaker sex).
 When l was years old was the living image of my mother; at 3, was miniature edition of my father, and few years later | might havc passed for the re-incarnation of
 the First Napoleon. did not, of course, offer
 any objections at that time, but when got
 older it was extremely unpleasant to have every caller see in me the likeness to some great man. Even my actions were apparent ly copied after some one, and the family tired of hearing that I walked like Gen. Grant. that held my head like the Prince of Wales. or that played the piano as Mozart did when boy. I gave up playing the piano, but unfortunately could not dispense with walking or holding my head in any other way than Nature made me-
 At school, if carried off prize, it was in the same unaccountable manner thata former pupil had done, or if I was lazy, I was just like somo confounded drone that had preceded me. It has always been mystery to me why people could not have acted or done differently before was placed upon this mundane sphere, where seem to follow their idiosyncrasies.
 -.... OCTOBER 3, 1887.
 This thing has been going on for some time, but it is only recently that the dread full state of my existence has fully dawned upon mo. Before l could not realize it-it all seemed some horrible mistake-but now t'.o blow falls with crushing force, and it is al! too, too real
 Hast week, tho time hanging heavy on my hands, crossed over to Long Island City to take tho train to Far Rockaway where sev- eral of my friends are spending the early fall. As stood in the low dingy waiting room a man hashily dressed in check suit, heavy je vclry and all that goes to make up a ''sport' rushed up to me and thrusting a twenty dollar bill into my hands muttered some excuse about being so long in paying and was of. Perhaps did not exert myself to stop him, for tho rs.rity of such an occur rercc rendered me speeches. for the mo- ment, and when at last recovered myself my unknown debtor was out of sight
 All the way down to the beach ruminated over the strange way in which I became twenty dollars richer, and am afraid that I responded in an abstracted manner to the warm greetings of my friend who met me at the depot. For day or two had plenty to do and life was as serene and pleasant as DOS sible. But my Nemesis still pursued me, and yesterday as I lay on the shore watching the restless waves and indulging in peaceful dreams heard a sound as of subdued sob ping near mo and looking up beheld two old ladies gazing intently at mo and bathed in T innocent cause of their grief, and as it was the first time in my experience that had oc- casioned anything of the kind immediately inquired the reason, Great heavensI learned that one of them saw in me the features of her departed son, and the other wept because I was the counter part of her first husband. My apolo- g:es availed nothing. don't see how was to blame anyhow, as their symptoms in- creased at each word of mine, and finally was obliged to beat nasty retreat Long Island, with two old ladies' each of whom wished to claim me as deceased relative, was too much for me- invented some sort of excuse to my friends, packed my valise, and took the train for the city, stopping long enough in the village to have my whiskers shaved off.
 As l got out at Thirty fourth street ferry young and pretty girl espied me from the other end, and rushed across the room Be- fore could guard myself her two arms were around my neck, and she had kissed me two or three times, thinking, as soon discovered, that I was her betrothed for whom she was waiting. would not have cared much for that, but the real fellow turned up just then, and barely escaped thrashing. Indeed, think that he would have whipped me then and there, but for the fact that was larger than he.
 When reached my room my mind was in a state bordering on distraction. I felt wat a doomed man. The dread reality had sud denly come upon me, and I paced up and down like caged beast. Could nothing be dones I felt as though I were under spell, and really wished for the good old days when witches were burned at the stake. might then have picked out an enemy as having bewitched me, and had the pleasure of seeing her slowly sizzle in broiling fra These were my feelings then. but am usu
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